deathmetal
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Intercourse, with the Deceased Some very, disturbed,Aroused man, undresses thisDead, bed ridden girl,Before satisfying himself, with her decaying corpse
Across these rigidWastelands, Perseus holds hisSnake ridden trophy,For he decapitated,This monstrous, Gorgon bred Queen
Wielding his trustedScythe, he storms through this moonless night, saddled uponHis pale skinned stallion, asH spreads death, throughout these lands
With a body bornFrom trees, her gargantuanFigure, barragesThrough Forests, as she pursuesThis man, that tried to slay her
Tortured, by DemonsOn their descent, these men bornOf wicked way, surgeThrough scorching pits, whilst begging,For any form, of mercy
Born, with a strange taste,This man, chews on some newborn's,Succulent organs,As he satisfies his vastAppetite, in these late hours
Her white Silhouette,Weaves through weeping, tangled trees,Of this once thrivingMarshland, as her screeching wails,Bear this man's, looming death
sometimes, I like to walk out side
and let my mind become heavy with pictures of this never ending setting.
things get a little foggy, when I can't seem to absorb
that one day
this won't exsit any more.
